G'Day Mate

I feel so terrible because I have neglected you all over the past few months and been really lazy with my blogging and writing back to emails. To be honest I havent had the time to sit down and let you all know what I have been up to let alone write down all the questions I am dying to ask from you all.

I have attempted to make a few video blog posts but I just feel silly talking to my computer and they never seem to upload.   

For my grandparents and family who find it ever so fascinating to know what the weather is in London I can tell you that London has personality disorder and goes between rain/sunshine/a storm all in the one day. If it could snow as well it would. It makes dressing for work very difficult in the morning. 

When the warmer weather arrived I discovered that English people call a singlet a vest. I am really confused by this they also call thongs flip flops..Which is just embarrassing and I refuse to call them this. I do get laughed at and teased when I call them thongs at work but it is well worth it. 

Before I continue I want to mention the comma key on my computer has broken again so please excuse the non existent commas. 

So I don't know where to begin with this post the last time I wrote was on Valentines day and I suppose a few things have happened since then but I will attempt at writing this blog and making my life sound extra cool and exciting. 

I started to feel like I was becoming a actual Londoner so I decided to change things up a bit and spend more time with my new Australian family over here. This consist of my house mates and my next door neighbours who are all Australian boys + the gorgeous Jade. For those that are Jersey Shore/Geordie Shore fans my house has become the equivalent to the lifestyle shown on these shows. To the point that we no longer lock or close our front door it is always open and we go between the two houses freely.

This is clearly a huge mistake and one day we will learn our lesson. 

 I think I actually spend more time next door than in my own house. For a while I was spending my nights next door watching horror films and being cute with everyone on couches and duvets in the garden under the stars until 2am.

 I started to cut this down to 11pm when I started to really feel like a Zombie at work the next day. 

As I said I was starting to neglect my Australian roots and was terrified when people here couldn't hear my Australian accent or when I caught myself behaving like a English girl. So I thought what better way to change things up than attend "Church". First of all I was warned by Anya to NEVER attend this place because she knows me so well and knew I wouldn't be able to handle it and I would hate it. But when you have a guy dressed in a hot dog suit and another in a Egyptian outfit with a bottle of Jack Daniels at 9am on a Sunday morning you figure you have two options 1; Stay in bed till 1pm. Make some breakfast and watch films for the rest of the day. 2; Get really really drunk and see what this Church has to offer. I obviously took option #2 and to this day regret this decision. I also want to apologise to my mother officially because when the boys came running into my room with the alcohol and costumes on and screaming "Doooooogies" I was on Skype to my family who witnessed everything... Mum either is looking into buying me a ticket home or figuring out how she can disown me as a child. 

So Church is at 11am on a Sunday in a Church like you would imagine. But it also consists of a lot of drunken Australians..and Americans. Dressed in ridiculous costumes. The one hour tube ride there was defiantly eventful and for those who haven't seen the video on my facebook they should have a look at it so they can get more of an idea on what I experienced this day. Everyone on the tube hated us or felt sorry for us. When we eventually arrived there was the longest line I have ever seen to get into this "Club" when we got inside I automatically wanted to vomit. The smell/The slags/The naked people on stage/The sea of beer on the floor/The music it was all too much...There was no turning back now the only thing was to drink and go with it. *Anya; Before I left I had a quick 2 second decision to change out of my 8inch high red heels and put on my primark ballet flats. It was the best decision I made all day as I would have been leaving Church throwing those shoes in the bin had I worn them out. I want to go back to when I mentioned naked people. There was actually a black man on stage completly naked putting on a show then a punk girl got up on stage and took her clothes off and performed a show that I will never be able to erase from my memory. Towards the end of the day all the girls got up on stage and also took of their tops off showing how classy us Australians can be. Not to fear one member of the IBTC did not make a appearance up on that stage. I kept the Wilson name in tack and stayed in the audience with the boys amazed at how freely these girls were taking their clothes off.

After Church we went to The Walkabout. Those who have been to England have probably been to one of these pubs and I have managed to avoid them because it is a chain of Australian pubs. But I thought I already lowed myself by attending Church there wasn't much more damage I could do now. 

The next day at work I was on struggle street and regretfully informed my colleagues about the day I had on Sunday. Since then they have done everything in their power to turn me back into a fake Londoner and make sure I never attend such a scary place. English people know of Church and The Walkabout they do attend it once in their life only to laugh at everyone and pull girls. 

 I am still working in Camden and I love it. I honestly don't know how I got so lucky with this job. I work with such amazing people who have become my English family over here and look after me so well. It's possible I am the youngest and baby at our two Camden studios. Most people look at me as a the little Australian girl who runs around being clumsy and smiley all the time. It has it's benefits because I am looked after so much; Dean always puts me in a taxi on the company card if I stay back till 3am having drinks. The stylists let me come into the castings rooms to check out all the hot male models. At 2pm drinking time usually begins at work and I am always bought Ciders by the film crew and then the best is when I use my innocent womanly and child like features to get the boys to lift heavy things for me.

Downside to this is when you fancy someone at work and they do look at you as their little sister. *Quote; You were still in diapers when I was raving to this music. 

Work Drinks.

Being immature and real busy at work. The people I work with actually think I am crazy.

Works new website; http://www.fashot.com/

I got a small little promotion at work..WOOO YAY ME! I got to start shooting a few things for our clients and have started to go into the studio on weekends to play around with the equipment and lights. This was all going well until classic Renee broke a camera...It is easily fixable but not the best thing to do. I managed to work my ass off to let my boss forget about this and since then been asked actually "requested" to go on location with one of our head photographers. I am scared and excited about this as all I have been told is dress well nice but also be prepared for heavy lifting. 

One of the best things about my work and I say this all the time but it is true is that our studios are in Camden my favourite place here in London. It's indescribable and if you have been to Camden you will understand. It is also the home of Pete Doherty..

On this note I want to mention that 90% of the people I work with have met or seen him frequently. It's 7 months since I arrived in London and the closest I have seen of him is a image of him on a bus and I served Karl from Babyshambles in a bar. My super stalking skills have lead me to know that he is currently living in Paris which means a trip to France is in progress...and that he has checked himself into rehab at the end of April. 

I started to document my day with images on my iphone. When it got to 11am I realised there wasn't anything real interesting to share with you and all the cool stuff that happens in the studio I can't show. But here you go here is a few images from my day. 

Michaela the girl who used to assist with me had to go on location to Holland for a week. Every day we decided to post photos to each other at work. She calls me Penay.

This is the result of one day. 

I still live in Leytonstone and I am having a lot of fun living here especially with the guys next door. But they leave for America in 6 weeks which means all the Geordie Shore partying will stop and my life will go back to reality. So I am looking into moving closer to work and have a few options. It is also going to be a nightmare living in Leytonstone during the Olympics because I am so close to where the games are it will be impossible to get to work every day. 

I have two ideas for accommodation during The Olympics. 

1; Is to live on one of these house boats on the Camden Canal with Rachel.

I know what you are all thinking but it is a brilliant idea! Imagine living on one of these cool boats during summer in CAMDEN! 

2; I can stay at the head stylists house for two weeks. 

3; My boss last night offered me to move into his place they have a loft upstairs available he lives in Camden in a really rich area in a villa. Ps my boss is young and tre good looking and super cool. 

Either way I think it is time I departed the ghetto and move onto the land of homeless people and junkies.... In Camden Town. 

Concerts I am attending this Summer; 

Foster the People.

I got free tickets to; New Kids On The Block AND Backstreet Boys...Yeah you are all jealous. 

Free Tickets to Hackney Weekend

and T In The Park. I haven't bought my ticket to this yet but it is in Scotland and similar to Splendour in the grass...With Pete Doherty playing.

I was meant to go to Brighton for the Easter long weekend. That never happened because the boys were too unreliable and nothing got organised so it was spent in East London. If anyone has some suggestions on where I should visit in England pass it onto me. I need to get out of London soon!

A baby fox came to our party. 

Quote from Mikey; "Renee we are going to keep the fox as a pet and when we leave for America we will hand the adoption papers over to you. Then you can have the fox as a pet... This drunken idea lasted 23hours.

Mum said I needed to take more appropriate photos other than photos for TD. So this was for her. Being all touristy 

Nick my house mate.

Being cool in the park

So while writing this blog the smoke alarm just went off..I was cooking and I left it on the stove for way longer than I should have. I live in a 4 storey house and the whole house is full of smoke. Top to bottom. I wouldn't be surprised if the fire department turn up any minute now. 

The best part of this story is no one cared to leave their rooms to check out the fire in the kitchen. 

We have Mr Whippy here in London. Words can't explain how excited I get over hearing the song play at work or at home. Reminds me of being a kid and NEVER being able to appreciate or have Mr Whippy because the van could never make it up my hill where I live. * Why you make me go up this mountain.

Since living in London I have a changed a little bit.. Actually a lot. 

Firstly I have realised that I am so gangster... At least I think I am. 

I listen to music by; Azealia Banks. Dizzie Wright. Lil Wayne. Drake I dance around and pretend I am Jessie J and abbreviate words and speak like i'm from the hood. The other night at a party these guys said "This lil white girl she got swagger"  

I was cool until I repeated the story.

I got taught how to Shuffle. (It's a style of dancing mum - Think LMFAO) I can just imagine her thinking of a Ipod right now so I needed to clarify that for her. So yeah I fail at it but I will master the art of it soon enough. Maybe I should stop trying while wearing heels.

I also know how to open a bottle with a lighter. It took me every night for two weeks to finally get it but it's a handy skill taught to me by my boss. The patients he had to show it to me every night. 

Champagne isn't very big over here because it is too expensive. This is why I now drink Cider. But they do have a equivalent to Passion Pop/Peach Champagne. It is peach flavoured. It is unbelievably cheap and it comes in the biggest bottle ever. 

Girls think of that time you go to Dan Murphys and you pay for your $5 bottle of Passion Pop and know you are going to have a great night as you walk out brushing off the shame. 

It is exactly like that.

Before I go I think you should all watch these two videos to illustrate England. 

First is Chas and Dave. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57l9O0keHFU

Claire and Tom; I assume and hope you know of them.  I got introduced to them at work and find it hilarious how English their songs are.

The second is Plan B's interpretation on London right now and what happened with the London riots. 

Although the London riots have gone and passed there is still a lot of talk about what happened. I work with a lot of people who are from Council Estates and have strong opinions on the state of London right now and the government. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8GvLKTsTuI&ob=av2e  

That is all for now. 

Please start to skype me again more often I have a new Iphone that actually works so I can use internet when I am out and about on the streets of London. 

xx

Saint V Day... LOVE. LOVE. LOVE

Opposed to having nothing remotely interesting to say, and complaining like a true Londoner, that I have now become.. I now have more interesting stories and updates for you all on my London life thus far. 

Because it is Saint Valentines Day. I'm sending you all some love and and making a effort to let you know I am alive for those who love me. 
No I did not get any valentines day love but I did give out heart chocolates to everyone at work. I've fallen in love AGAIN! Surprise surprise.. This English accent is just to beautiful. This guy had a proper London cockney accent and the total opposite to the previous guy who was a lawyer..this is someone you don't want to introduce to your mother I also work with him so that makes things fun/ difficult 

I went through a terrible rough patch where I couldn't even afford to get to work each day, or even pay my rent... This lead to my landlord agency trying to evict me... I want to mention they are also trying very hard to get me out of my room so they can put someone else In there and raise the price of the rent. Thank god I made friends with that gorgeous lawyer over Christmas cause he helped me out a lot..I won the fight because clearly its illegal to give someone half an hours notice..although they are still constantly harassing me. This means it's about time i found a new home but that is so much effort. 
Anyway that was a huge boring drama and frantic few weeks and at the same time hours at the pub got cut so this left me looking for a 2nd job or new one. 
Just my luck there was a position going for a assistant at a photography studio, the ad didn't say much but I went to the trial and turns out its one of the largest uk fashion photography studios. My job is to run around the studios (there is 8 of them) And make sure all is in order this can vary from buying underwear for a male model at h&m or setting up for the shoots. I'm having an unbelievabley great time and it's like one huge stressful, stylish family where alcohol, drugs and coffee are consumed constantly and frequently bought with the petty cash. 
The other day we had a casting with 150 models. Let's say the place looked like one beautiful piece of art with so many attractive people in one room. 
Best thing about this job is as nerdy as it sounds I'm getting paid to learn. Some photographers don't care, but most will talk you through everything and why you are doing something, i have been there for a few weeks now so i feel apart of the family 
Last friday i was there till 11:45pm having drinks and what not with the boss and other photographers/stylist. It ended with just Dean, Rich and I so they paid for me to get a taxi home... Ahhh so sweet. Dean is the boss/manager of the studio and says he will get me behind the camera soon, which is real exciting..each day I slowly move up the ladder to doing more important things. 
I'm also still very clumsy as you all know and honestly EVERY day I come home with new bruise or cuts. 
So far I have fallen down stairs, walked into a clothes rail on a Ben Sherman shoot (that bruised really badly) fell over on a Elle McPherson lingerie shoot (it wasn't actually her, just someone modelling her line) I'm pretty much Deena from Jersey shore minus the big boobs and fake tan. 

Cause I work 9-6 Monday-friday I have put my social life on hold for the time being, so there Isnt much to share on that front of things. 

I am also really poor so I  have been making do with what we have in Leytonstone..which isn't much. We had a few parties that got a little out of control at our house. I know your reading this Chloe Thomas so I am just going to say you are one VERY crazy girl and new love here in London. I forgot until my dearest mother reminded me, but apparently at the last party we had we thought it would be a great idea to skype my family...just for the record it's not at all especially after a few vodka shots!  
I have a new love for our house parties because I spend hardly any money, and being able to go to bed when you want is a bonus, the thought of having to get the night bus home is terrifying it's a lot worse than the L90 mainly because the weather makes everything so much worse, and when you fall asleep you know you will have to wake up by Avalon cause it is generally the last stop...Unfortunately if you fall asleep you just have to pray you wake up before Leytonstone..otherwise you are in trouble 



Now that I am no longer working at the pub, I miss my regulars and favourite customer John.. I managed to get a sneaky photo of him one day to show you all who he is. 
I am most defiantly sending my grandma over here and setting the two of them up on a blind date. Perfect match!


It snowed!!!! Finally, like proper snow, it was so beautiful and made me enjoy this cold winter..then it stopped snowing and getting to work Monday morning was very difficult, every day I leave my house later than I should and have to run to the tube station. It was impossible to do this Monday morning without slipping over. My lovely roof (favorite thing about my room/house) looked amazing. 
Now it's not snowing but bloody cold I don't understand how it can be this cold and worse in other countries, I still refuse to buy appropriate clothing..and can't afford to do so right now.



So I got my nose pierced. I have been wanting it for a while and always chicken out or agree to do so when drunk..but still chicken out or have no money. Turns out One of the stylists at works is friends with the guys at a famous piercing studio in Camden called cold steel. I may have forgotten to mention I work in camden those who have been in London know how lucky I am. Those who haven't Camden is one of my favorite places in london home to Amy Winehoise, Pete Doherty, and most of London's famous drug addicts and musicians. 
So as I was saying Rachel and I braved it up and went seeing as I vomited when I got my belly button pierced, and wanted to faint when I got my tattoo I knew this was going to end badly... Turns out it didn't, the guys were awesome and actually pierce a lot of Noel Fieldings friends (yes I left him my number to give to Noel the next time he is in..im sure he will call, there is nothing creepy about calling a stalking groupie. So the piercing was a success not much else to share about that. 

I get to look at this every time I get of the tube in Camden, and have to run around the streets on jobs. One very lucky girl I am. 


We have new neighbours. They are a crazy bunch, and I now spend most nights hanging out with my evil twin Jade and her housemates next door. She has replaced my dear best friend Anya, until she gets back... Of course she is no Anya that girl is irreplaceable but Jade does have a lot of similar qualities to her. 

New English Phases... That creep into my vocabulary 
Can't be asked = can't be bothered 
Innit = isn't it/you know what I mean..(actually this is used too often at work and basically thrown in any sentence)
Hiya = Hi... I would love to stop saying this but it comes out like word vomit
You alright = how are you. I hear this 15 times a day hard not to pick up on it..my family get all concerned and freaked out by this when I speak to them via Skype. 
I now have to pronounce some foods and words differently like; yoghurt, almond, vitamins, duvet
Mum: basically I have to pronounce my words like Nan Sherley or people legit don't understand what I am saying at work. 

Please send me some love. I haven't spoken to a lot of you in so long. Would love to know how you all are and what is new. 
Video facebook chats are the best!!! 

Bla Bla Blah

I have had a few request to write a new blog post but to be honest I have felt there has been nothing worthy to share with you all.

So I thought I had either two options A) Lie and make my life here in London sound a lot more interesting than it really is. Or B) tell you the truth and share with you the events of the past few weeks.

I have decided to go with option B so if you get bored feel free to return to your facebook stalking/lurking and come back in a few weeks time to hopefully read what we all hope is a lot more interesting than what I am about to share with you.

So I don’t know if I have mentioned this enough but it is Winter over here in London, and I just want to firstly point out that I left Sydney on it’s first week of spring, and arrived in London pretty much in Winter, this means I have not had the luxury of spending time in the sun or seen much sunlight as a matter of fact in a VERY long time.

Before I left I was always told people in London get depressed during the Winter I never believed such stories, but now it makes perfect sense. Most days I feel like I am living the life of a vampire just missing the hot Edward Cullum from the story.

I know I am complaining a lot… I love London I really do, but I don’t understand why it has to be so bloody called and dark all the time. Last week the temperature was at a average of 14 degrees, people wouldn’t stop telling me how warm it is, and acting as if it was beach weather. All I had to say was please come back to me when it is 40 degree weather and so hot that your physically can not move without sweating…Then we can talk about how warm it is.

So I got new house mates today, they are pretty cool a boy from Victoria, Australia and one from South Africa, so far they passed my friendship test as one has just informed me that his cousin is a Photographer for Vogue magazine in New York…. With no time to waste he got straight on it and emailed his cousin for the numbers of any one in the industry I could do some work experience or assist work with over here in London, with added PS; The next time this girl is in New York she will follow you around like a shadow or lingering ex girlfriend that you have tried relentlessly to get rid of.  I know I will deeply regret sharing with her your contact information yours truly Matt.

For those of you who were lucky enough to have received a AWESOME video via facebook, you would have realised that Anya my best friend was back in town for a little while (Not long enough unfortunately) she departed London to go home for Sydney just the other week. In the final days of her stay here I realised just how insane we are together and amusing our life really is, unfortunately not everyone else sees it this way by our un overwhelming responses to the videos we sent some of you.

So while Anya was here a lot happened and too much to  share with you so I will be quick and try break down the few weeks into a few words.

Anya was drunk since New years eve she left London on the 10^th….Not one of those days was she sober. She turned into a leopard. I striped naked after work on the streets of London into a dress to go out in (I should probably add I was sober and in Piccidily circus…my boobs were probably on display) sorry for the shame my family members and close friends of the family must be feeling right now. Made friends with Malfoy from Harry Potter. Anya learnt to speak in Puns. Anya got drunk at my work and had the most awkward conversation with customers in front of my boss. Anya stole  someone’s roo. Anya fell for a married man (after I told her 7 times) “this man thinks we have pretty faces but he is a MARRIED MAN” We got invited to a wedding, although it was for the best that we did not go and use and abuse the free alcohol that would have been on offer. We discovered that ordering a JUG of cocktails for yourself is not the best option. Option B the one Renee takes is the  more successful option which is to buy one cocktail at a time SO MUCH JUICE otherwise …and finally we discovered that just because I am wearing a basketball hat it does not make me gansta and cool…No Renee you can still not dance like Jessie J. It’s also a very bad decision to let Rachel’s actual gangster friends back to the house.

Once Anya left London it was time to start looking for more work, I cannot stress enough how poor I am right now. I will turn into a fish any day soon with the amount of Tuna and rice I live off. 

Everyone also loves me at the station when I pay for my tube ticket with pennies I find around the house.

The other day it cost me 45 pounds to get my Iphone fixed I only had 42 pounds on me, and I can shamefully say I flirted my way out of not paying the extra 3 pounds, I think there was even I flutter of the eyes lashes and twirl of the hair just to get me out of the awkward situation of being so broke and clearly not being able to afford my iphone back.

Today I was also told I am going to be evicted from my house for not paying rent over the past few weeks. So the next week or so should be pretty interesting. My next blog post will probably come from the 24hour Leytonstone McDonalds which I will adapt as my new house.

For those expecting the next chapter on my love story I will inform you now that there is no next chapter.

While Anya was here, we discovered that I have a problem with describing and finding every single person I meet perfect. It is possible I could find the good out of an alcoholic, drug taking, and homeless person and still describe him as the most perfect man… Wait a minute that is Pete Doherty and lets face it he is perfect in every single way possible in my eyes.

So what I am trying to say is that just because someone has a English accent, nice hair and good style does not mean they are my Chuck Bass and perfect guy…I am learning to stop falling in love with them and describing them as Chuck Bass or amaaaazing.

This is a guy that I have bumped into 4 times while here in London, all at different places.  

I have no idea what his name is, or he number but he is now taken on the identity of drug addict polish guy. 

Kinda strange and creepy... hopefully it is not love or fate.

Everything I have fallen in love with while living in London.

Geordie Shore – Uk version of Jersey Shore. Hotter people, cooler accents and just so much better. So good in fact when I have enough money to stop eating only tuna and rice, I am going to take a trip to Newcastle with my friend Rachel, cover ourselves in fake tan, fake nails and hair extensions, wear tiny dresses and get totally mortaled like they do.

English fashion

Saying the word “Innit” and calling chips “Crisps”…Well I have to call them this because at work it causes so much confusion if I don’t.

The Sun. The newspaper cost me 30p and is filled with all the best celebrity gossip and informs me on what’s going on in the world such as; Russel and Katys divorce.

Football. Ok ever since I went to Italy I found a love for the game, but now I find myself talking about it at least twice a day…just so many good looking guys… Go Arsenal!

The idea of summer, I am counting down the days and minutes….who would have thought a vampire looking girl like me could crave the beach and sun so badly?

The royal family. I am OBSESSED! Speaking of them everyone should watch Madonnas new film W.E, it’s very beautiful and a great romantic story.

Link to trailer =  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lNg0cm69xU

 Anya's birthday cake..That she bought for herself. Yeah I am a pretty cool bestfriend.

Limo for Anyas 21st. We thought it was pretty cool, clearly no one else on facebook found it impressive and awesome!

I really do hope I see some of you soon over here, in the mean time I expect more skyping and facebook chats. I may look like a vampire but I am not dead yet, so please keep up the communicating

Here Comes Santa Claus

MERRY CHRISTMAS FOLKS!!
I am terribly behind in the blogging, for a while I had nothing to write about or interesting to share with you, then all of a sudden there was a overwhelm in stories and I couldn't find the time.

It is currently 3:05am. I can not sleep, I never seem to be able to sleep in this city these days! So please excuse me for any mistakes, or paragraphs that don't make any sense

So I feel I should re count the past few weeks and go backwards from Christmas....

Christmas:
What a let down! Worst day of my life....Some how it was worse than the day I found out Mark Ronsan got married and is no longer single.
I woke up and wanted to go back to sleep straight away and sleep through until the next day, but I knew this was not going to happen, so skyping the family and Anya were the only things going to cheer me up. Thankfully every one in my house was feeling the same, everyone was missing their families and sharing stories of what they do on Christmas day.
Anyway Christmas was spent with the house mates and neighbours and everyone made food, drank champagne, ate mangos that were not ripe, and dressed in summer dresses with the heaters turned up to make us feel like we were all back in Australia.

Christmas Eve;
I woke up next to a cute english boy.
I shall rewind and go back the night before Christmas eve and share with you the most romantic story that has ever happened to me.
So I work in a pub, as I have probably mentioned, and now that I know what I am doing I am having a lot of fun work there, and making friends with all the locals. Occasionally you get the odd good looking guy that comes in (but very rarely).
Anyway there was this one good looking guy having drinks with his friends and it took me a few hours to actually notice him, by this stage he was already pretty drunk with his friends. I was laughing and chatting away with them, while they got me to make random drinks like a black velvet and kept buying me drinks while I was working. Anyway eventually the guy I liked asked me for my number and asked what time I finished work to go out for a drink with him and his friends. (let me just share with you how much I dislike going out after work because after spending 11 hours at a bar you tend to smell like a alcoholic from all the beer that spills on you) so I declined his offer but invited him to our house party we were having the next night.
He was keen on this idea until the next day when he realised where Leytonstone was and ended up declining the offer. During the night of the party I also dropped my Iphone in water during a texting conversation I was having with him. The only thing I was worried about was getting his number from that phone. So for three hours I sat in my room watching it dry in rice - blow drying it- and watching it sit on the radiator in the hope it would work again (Three days later it is still broken may I add)
So this ruined my night pretty much and I thought I would never be able to see this guy again.
If you are still reading things do get a little more interesting in this romantic novel now....

The next day at work feeling hungover and not sure how I was going to get through a shift that started at 11am and finished at 11:30pm I look like crap and in the worst mood. All of a sudden the boy from the bar walks in with a friend, I am so shocked and happy to see him that I quickly run out the back and hide for like 3 minutes and fix my hair. I eventually go out to say hi and explain/complain about what happened to my phone while he continuously apologises for not coming to the party, then he pulls out a little Christmas present for me wrapped beautifully. I quickly go out the back to open it and jump up and down with excitement at how cute it was.
Then I go back to work talking to him and his friend in between serving people, the night is dragging on and eventually I have a break at 6pm and I sit with him and his friend and talk for half an hour (at this point they are both very drunk and I am so hungover I could vomit any second) during this conversation I find out that his name is Chris, he is a Lawyer and grew up in Kent in the country. He has a very posh accent like Colin Firth in Bridget Jones Diary, and could pass as Harry Potter but taller and older and without the awesome magically powers.  After half an hour I go back to work and before I know it Chris has paid my manager to let me finish work 4 and a half hours early. HE PAID THE MANAGER TO LET ME LEAVE WORK AND HAVE DRINKS WITH HIM!!
That does not happen in real life! I am so shocked and all the girls I work with are dying of jealousy, the other customers in the bar are all staring at me smiling at how funny and ridiculous the situation is.
We have now left my work awkwardly and we see Hamleys up the road (I have never been there before) so he is running me into the store and letting me play with all the cool Harry Potter toys and Barbies feeling like a little kid. Then we go off to another bar, where I find out that this boy has a studio in central London pretty much opposite Hyde Park, he has horses at his parents house (Judy Miller - HORSES!) and casually went to Oxford University.
Then we went off to a Blues bar, which was pretty cool I felt like I had gone back in time to the 1950's, for some reason we settled on going back to Leytonstone for drinks probably the dumbest idea because all I had to offer this boy was Tesco vodka (It cost me 7 pounds) and my house was covered in rice and destroyed from the party the night before my room looks like a rice field in my attempt to save my Iphone the night before.

So there you go guys sorry for boring you with all my lovey dovey talk, but I needed to share with you my cute romantic story.


Number 4 Privet Drive:
Casually hung out at the Dursleys house... Well old house. Anyway some of us girls left London for Bracknell and on the way went to see the house they used for the Harry Potter films. Unfortunately it isn't as exciting as it sounds as normal muggles live in the house and there were cars out the front instead of broomsticks, but it was still pretty cool. We danced around fist pumped outside the house and took millions of photos like pure freaks.
The area in general was really beautiful - we made friends with the locals at the Tesco and asked everyone if they were friends with Dudley, there responses were generally  laugh and thought we were mental. I am now looking forward to doing some travelling outside of London, it was so beautiful and everyone has lovely accents.

Christmas Party:
We had another party at Clarendon 9, which was even better than the last one..Minus the phone breaking and our house getting destroyed. Majority of the people I didn't know and there was a massive turn out seeing as most of us are all new to London.

Last week Rachel and I got our stalking on and went to see a band that had played at Winter wonderland that we thought were really good looking. It was meant to be a simple night of going to the club seeing them play and then in our minds we imagined they would spot us in the crowd and end up wanting to have a few drinks with us. Only the night didn't end up anything like that, we got off in Holborn and to get to the club all we had to do was follow the map on my phone, it sounds like a fairly simple task but was far from it. Some how we end up in all sorts of crazy places and actually made it to the club just as the band were leaving....So in classic Renee style we decide to follow them for a bit until I realise that all we are going to achieve from this is them realising two girls are stalkiing and following them and forever know us as the stalking freaks. So we give up on that and decide to head to one of our favourite clubs Vibe, what should have been a 10 minute walk turned into a hour and 15 minutes walking around London city in -4 degrees weather. My legs honestly felt like ice, and I was not impressed at our lack in sense of directions, eventually we decided to be losers and jumped in one those embarassing bike tuktuk things to get to the club,  you would typically see these in Thailand or Bali, but for some reason the Indians feel the need to ride them around London in the evenings and charge tourists a ridiculous amount of money  for taking you on a 2 minute ride. By the end of the night when we eventually got home I thought it would be a good idea to speak to my family on skype at 5:30am after having a few Jagger Bombs and skittle shots.

Saturday 2pm: I wake up.
So sick. Not hungover just sick with probably pneumonia from walking around London in the middle of the night. But my theory is there is nothing alcohol can not fix so by 10:30pm we were out of Leytonstone and heading to Brickalane after a few glasses of Jacobs Creek (clearly I am missing Australia just a tad) Bricklane has turned out to be my favourite place to go out to during the week and weekends, We headed to The Big Chill for my friend Pencils birthday and his cousin happens to be the cute looking guy I fell in love with when I arrived so convinently he was there which made the night a lot more fun.
Ps TD:  These boys live where they film The Inbetweeners! AHHHH! They also have a friend called Fred who I think looks like Neil.... He was not impressed by this statement and at one point threw me to the ground and sat on my face.
So anyway we started off at two bars in Bricklane, then jumped in Taxi's to a place called Frabric which I really don't like because it is crazy drum and bass music but is very well known and popular here.
On the way a police man pulled us over, some how during the conversation and questioning us on how we got there he mentioned that I looked like Jessie J, so in my drunken state I came up with a brilliant idea to try and convince this police man to be my "body guide" so we could skip the  30 minute line, (to get into character I put on a fake essex accent and I danced all gangsta like her) It is at times like this I question the decisions I make in life.....The police man didn't escort us into the club but we did manage to get straight to the front. The night ended at 5:30am when the boys left our place and within a few hours us girls had to be awake again  to get the train to Earls Court Arena to see T4 Stars of 2011. We had all been looking forward to this day for a while now, but when 9:30am arrived we couldn't have been any less keen.
The concert was amazing, with performances by Jessie J.... Who I just want to mention is the coolest and most gorgeous looking girl in England, she is a amazing dancer and I suggest you all see her perform live if you get the chance, There was also Ed Sheeran, The Wanted, Example, Professor Green, Dappy, Rizzle Kicks, The Only Way is Essex cast, Made in Chelsea (The  blonde hair w**ker guy ran straight past me actually) and cast of Skins (the lame season)
I can not even explain how exciting and fun the day was.


So that was my weekend... Usually I work on a Saturday or Friday night so not all my weekends are eventful and exciting hanging with celebrities. During the week I do work 11:00am - 11:30pm at a bar/pub for pay that doesn't even cover my rent.

The pub I work at is very cute, in St James which means the customers are usually buisness men on their lunch breaks or who have just finished work, but because we are such a small pub it means I sometimes have to do the cooking... I use the word "cooking" loosely as it is usually making a sandwhich toastie (pretty exciting I know) or reheating what the chef has already prepared. I have learnt how to pull a pint and pour drinks, I was very hopless at it on my first day but eventually got the hang of it, living with Mum and Stephen did mean that I did have a excellent  knownledge on my wines and how to make a proper Gin and tonic so I wasn't all that bad. Unfortunately we don't make too many tips here but I learn that if I put on a really stong Australian accent I tend to make enough tips to pay for my transport to get to and from work, and flirting has pretty much become part of the job description.
I am also doing some reception temp work which I LOVE! I get sent off to different real estate agents all over London, and usually get paid really well for doing nothing, the other day I had to put flyers in envelopes all day sounds boring but it is such easy pay and I get to be involved in office drama and gossip. Sometimes I feel like I am working at the sitcom "The Office" The other week I got paid to sit on the computer watching gossip girl and read my book because the office had their Christmas party and they needed someone in the office incase anyone called or came into the office.... Life can be hard I know!


I tried getting in the Christmas spirit and bought a tree with Rachel a few weeks before Christmas, I also bought fake snow in a can and then went  crazy spray painted the house with it... and our stray cat... We also have "Suck Em" spray painted  on our wall from Pencil and his hot cousin - Suck Em is apparently another english word we learnt from the boys they tend to use frequently.











I think I have mentioned too many times the fact that my room has a roof that goes off it from my window so I thought I would share with you all what it looks like

I intend on having a huge party up there some day. Not sure how safe the idea is though.

So Anya gets here today.
Knowing us it will be a few days of classy photos and endless drinking, making friends with freaks or models in London. I don't know what I will do when she eventually leaves Europe, I am looking into kidnapping her.
New years eve is just around the corner...What is everyones plans? I am looking at spending it in Edinburgh but this will be officially decided on this week.  Hope you all had a lovely Christmas, please come on skype or facebook video and chat with me!